Spring makes me incredibly uneasy. It's my least favorite season, and it always seems to follow the same disturbing pattern of events.
Right around the time that an entire hour just up and disappears, the restlessness starts. Soon after, a girl scout comes to the door and hands me a couple boxes of sheer panic (Caramel deLites and I are frienemies). Next thing I know, there's that weird smell in the air and all that is left of winter are those random grey-brown piles of snow that just sit there until they melt into some sort of muddy goo that Kelan just can't wait to stomp in. Finally, it all culminates in the terror of facing the stores for clothes. Clothes that don't cover enough of my seriously Casperesque skin. *shudder*
It's enough to make me ill. Or more likely just stressed enough to dig out the boxes of cookies that I had shoved in the way back of the cabinet and eat enough of them to consider starting that weird fast where you drink maple syrup with lemon juice or whatever.
ANYway................
I'm right in the thick of it, and, ick. But there is a huge light at the end of the tunnel; the only thing that will pull me out of the annual spring funk, and just thinking about it makes me smile. That's right guys,
SPRING FREAKING CLEANING TIME !!!!!
And it's been a superbly awful January through March, so I'm going to indulge, and indulge big time. In fact, don't expect to see me for a week or two. And unless you are at my door with a couple of toothbrushes and some bleach? You're not getting in.
Peace and love and stuff!
